Monthly Archives: November 2013

It’s that time of year again Martha Fockers! Time to turn the lights down, put on your favorite CD (My parents still listen to CD’s, fucking dinosaurs!), pour your favorite beverage, and get deep, oh so deep, in TurDurkEn. In … Continue reading →

You don’t need to tell the world you’re cool, when the fact is clearly documented on your backpack. Do I like Star Wars? There’s a Obi-Wan Kenobi holding a light saber button on my pack, what the fuck ya think … Continue reading →

The light is dim and short. Winter Solstice is not a favored time of year for artists, the day can barely breathe before it gives way to night. The room in Arles hung thick with darkness, depression and absinthe. Van Gogh … Continue reading →

“I’m looking at the man in the mirror. Oooh-Hoo. I’m asking him to make a change.” Oh, boooo hoooo. The politicians are short-sighted, lazy fucking assholes who are ruining everything. If it weren’t for them everything would be A-OK. It is … Continue reading →

It was not merely sitting on the train. It was sitting amid the train. A volcano of human flesh looming over all who dwelled in its shadow. It did not even appear to be sitting on the seat but rather as … Continue reading →